Whenever I get a glance at a T.V., or read a newspaper or listen to the radio and hear a news report on activists, I wonder what the fok did I do to piss of my parents so much that they would basically push me towards a certain doom. I mean if you run across any reports on activism, you come to realize that anyone partaking in such tomfoolery fits into two very recognizable categories. One is the tree-hugging, pothead and annoyingly vegan hippie. The other, located in the opposite side of the spectrum, is a violent, riot-starting looting anarchist. There's no foking gray area here. One way or the other, some shit is going to get lit up on fire, either some fire-ass kush or some poor asshole's grocery store! I don't know if such labels are fair, but I thank the totally fair and unbiased media for showing me that sacrificing my beliefs and values hurts a lot less than taking a taser to the head and a nightstick to the gonads!
SERVING AND PROTECTING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU
That's probably the only good thing about activists. Whether hippie or anarchist, they never disappoint. I have yet to see a broadcast about a protest that actually accomplished something (FOK YOU INDIA AND EGIPT YOUR SHIT DON'T COUNT CAUSE THIS HERE IS AMERIKUH). Anyhow, all this shit always ends the same, hippies and anarchists being maced and tasered and beaten down. This reinforces the gut feeling I have that standing up for what I believe is just too much of a hassle. Is that what you wanted mom and dad? Foken jerks!
The media has done something great by simplifying all this "positive" bullshit called activism into just two classes because it makes them so easy to identify. Let's take for example the last report I saw on the web. I knew it was about hippies because of their modus operandi. Apparently migrant farmers in California where having issues with the State and the Taco Bell company. California wants to take land they haven't finished paying for to build new housing and the farmers are annoyed because the land belongs to them and that's where they plant their crops and make their living with or whatever. To add insult to injury, Taco Bell is underpaying the farmers for their tomato crops and their labor which doesn't allow them to buy the land from the government. Now you know if it has to do with anything green, the hippies are firing up their hybrids and rushing there. I was online reading the story about all this drama and apparently these guys had decided to help out, so they did what they do best. They threw a party. Every time hippies want something accomplished they get together to protest but always end up throwing some really kick ass gettys. The website didn't really focus on the farmers an their struggle too much so I don't really know what happened to them, but apparently the party was awesome. It was a concert with some big names and there was drugs and alcohol involved. I read a bit of an interview with Tom Morello and found links to his MySpace page. There was some advertisement for some apparently very comfy hemp shoes and something called legal bud, but then this really cool pop-up about a six layered multi-cheese quesadilla came on the screen. All that shit about Mexican food made me hungry so I went and got some Taco Bell.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO TAKE ACTION
I'm not happy with the way things are, and probably neither are you. But let's be honest here. Pick up or watch or listen to any media broadcast on activism and you will come to the same conclusion. Why would anyone sane try to stand up for what they believe? I rather take a little bit of oppression than let anyone see me on T.V. in the middle of a hippie smoke fest or one of those riots. The media gives this people a fair amount of coverage, but they don't seem to want to get any messages across, and instead all reports on activism are broadcast because of the entertainment value activists provide. There are a lot of things I feel are wrong with this world, but unfortunately the media has proven that there is no point in activism getting an actual message out when what you have to say is not as noticeable as the image the media has placed upon you. My asshole parents told me to stand up for what I believe, but I don't think I'll be passing that advice on to my children. Who cares about the tyrant governments and the rampart capitalist machines of the world when I can comfortably sit in my couch with future generations being entertained by all those silly little fokers that actually do something to bring about change.